Page 50 of Daddy's Pride

“Not yet. But we’ll send you some when we do.”

“We will?” I ask.

Harris laughs. “Yes. Free publicity is the best publicity. Speaking of which, do you have some fliers we can take? We can include them in goodie bags for people who attend the grand opening to take home with them.”

“I sure do.” The owner goes through a door into the back of the shop.

“Goodie bags?” I ask.

“Bad idea? Sorry. I’m getting carried away. It just hit me that we could ask local businesses to donate things to put in them, as well as including fliers.”

“Keep getting carried away. I’m not sure how I’m ever going to repay you for any of your brilliant ideas.”

“Uh, you’re putting me up for a week for free. I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

Harris chuckles. “Look at us getting all cute and slushy.” He pushes onto his tiptoes to kiss me.

“You’re an adorable couple,” the woman says from the doorway. “Make sure you come back when you are planning your wedding. Here you go. I overheard what you said about donations. Will these make-up sticks do?” She shows us a rainbow roll-on make-up stick with the shop’s name and website address.

“They’re great,” Harris says enthusiastically.

“Wonderful.” She puts the fliers and half a dozen boxes of make-up sticks into a bag. “Let me know if you need more.”

“We—Miles will.”

We leave the shop laden with bags.

“We should take these to the car,” I say.

“Then what?”

“Whatever you want. We can stay and explore more of Scarborough. Or we can go home and explore each other.” I wink.

“Or both, Daddy? A bit more exploring first and then home for fun?”

I smile. “Both is good.”

We put the bags in the boot of the car so they’re out of sight and drive a little way down the coast. Our route takes us through a more residential part of Scarborough. A sign catches my eye. I indicate and pull over.

“Is something wrong, Daddy?”

I drum my fingers against the steering wheel. Should I say something?

“Daddy?”

I gesture toward the clinic that’s advertising same-day results. “I saw that sign and wondered if—” I shake my head.

Harris twists in his seat and peers at the building. “It’s a sexual-health clinic. Oh!” He widens his eyes.

“Forget it.”

“Tell me what you were thinking, Daddy.”

I suck in a breath. “That it would be sexy as fuck to chase you, catch you, and fuck you bare.”

He shivers and sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “Oh, Daddy.”